Feel..
Givingly I stride tonight..
When the lights flair on tight.
I hold my head high..
feeling the wind
blowing through...
Continuing on my back peels
the birds dig deep racked my back,
and the flesh seems fleshed appeal..
Where did my hanging carbon made,
justify my taker, I take..
The water I drank too dry..
My knees will seep concrete..
No one, get's left behind..
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